118 118. Death In Hope

'H-How is he not affected?' 

Sylvester looked over his shoulder, and Miraj was fine as always. In fact, he was grooming himself with his tongue. Sylvester was so used to Miraj sitting on his shoulder that sometimes he wouldn't even realize the latter was there. 

"You good?" 

"Itchy!" 

Sylvester nodded and gave Miraj a potion that would cover his body with a slime-like coating and protect him from natural elements. 

With no worries for the cat, Sylvester and the rest walked forward into the mist. It was all purple everywhere, and since they had decided to start in the morning, the sunlight was making the purple even brighter. 

"This will turn completely dark once we're close to the main area." Bishop Lazark warned them as they took every single step carefully.